My Kids Were Here: Finding the only pile of dirt for miles around

Each week I will be sharing a different photo, something that throws me right back into the little moments of joy that my kids create. Something that reminds me. My kids were here.

A few weeks ago, members of our gym were asked to test out a workout for the local SWAT team and we were going to be doing it at a local high school track. My husband had just had his wisdom teeth out and didn’t feel like working out, but he wanted to watch and see what it was all about. He loaded up the boys to come down and watch Mom work out.

This is a track. You know, grass in the middle, running lanes around the outside. Not much else. Our boys got out of the truck and were all “I smell dirt. The sprinklers are on. I just know I SMELL a hole that will make me muddy and I will never get out until you drag me by the feet and I have dirt in my hair and in my shoes and in my ears”.

They played in that hole the entire time we were there. They were diggers and fire fighters and animals and anything else they could think of that would require them to play in a hole. While it’s not always fun to load up the truck with boys covered in mud, I just love how they can find fun anywhere and are just so very boy-like.

DIIIIIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT! Mom, it’s dirt. Dirt is awesome. If you don’t let me play in the dirt, I will DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

Question:Do your boys do this? Heck, do your girls do this? Why is dirt so amazing?

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My son was two when his dad came to visit for an afternoon. I had planted seed in the flower beds earlier that day. My son apparently wanted those seeds back and started digging, sifting, sorting through the dirt. Quickly, he became the moving mudcake. His dad was horrified! Huffing and puffing under his breath I heard, “you
shouldn’t let him do that!” Are you kidding??? The way we gauge the amount of fun we have is by how dirty we get!

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Hi! I'm Melody from Tri-Cities, WA, the mother of two young boys and passionate about getting fit, eating healthy and saving money. I am dedicated to helping you live a fabulous life for less and hope you will join me on this journey!